"How long have you been driving around?" Silver said while he had the pizza boxes in his hands, being lucky to have a clothespin on his nose as it blocked out all the scents of Manhattan. "Just curious to ask given how many pizzas I've delivered."

"I dunno... this was suppose to be a minute drive and I forgot." Toadette admitted in an embarrassed tone while letting out pungent cheesy farts, desperately fanning away her flatulent fungi fumes. "But I know I won't lose track to get new underwear from this pooey enigma I'm letting loose!"

Charmy was waiting on a bench by a small green place in New York City for he then spotted Toadette farting in her car that she shared with Silver who appeared to not be affected, with the bee squinting his eyes.

"Man how come they won't let me race around? Charmy complained with his face cheeks puffed up. "I know how to have a fun time!"

"Because you would be a terrible driver." Dry Bowser answered while drifting on his bike. "Don't fret, not everyone knows how to drive."